Chapter 131
The adult world I’ve been streaming toward was finally within reach. The wonder, a park of excitement, flickered inside her.
Seeing the sparkle in her eyes, Nicolas couldn’t help but let out a low, teasing chuckle. "Tais linde fool," he muttered. Still, she had asked for it. "I won’t hold back," he thought, a knowing smirk tugging at the corner of his mouth.
Excited now, she would probably be…
“Alinį regret thik,” Nicolas murmured, leaning down to linger.
His eyes held a dangerous glint.
His touch was gentle, almost reverent, heir…
“I won’t regret it.” Noelle had always wanted to explore the adult world, but Nicolas had always said it wasn’t the right time. Now that they were officially going…
“Olurally?” Nicolas chuckled softly. He slowly lifted one of her legs, resting it on his shoulder.
Noelle blinked, confused. “Nick, why are you lifting my leg?”
“Do you like to know?” His voice was lazy, teasing. His large hand wrapped around her slender ankle, his thumb brushing against her knee. Then, he lifted his head and pressed a light kiss to the inside of her calf, his eyes never leaving hers.
Every movement was deliberate, slow, and dripping with intimacy. It was enough to make Noelle’s heart race and her imagination run wild.
Nicolas was no stranger to playing games. Though he prided himself on his self-control, he’d spent enough time in social circles to know how to tease. His carefree smile and striking looks made him seem like the epitome of a playboy—flirtatious, untamed, and effortlessly charming.
But with Noelle, he had always been careful, almost paternal. She was so innocent, so childish. Whenever the mood turned romantic, her naive comments would shatter the atmosphere in an instant.
This time, though, Nicolas wasn’t going to let her off so easily. His patience was wearing thin, and she’d been pushing his buttons nonstop. If he held back any longer, he’d start questioning his own self-control.
Just as he was about to take things further, the sound of a phone ringing cut through the air.
“Nick, your phone’s ringing!” Noelle reminded him.
But Nicolas didn’t stop. His hand slid under the towel wrapped around her, his voice calm. “Ignore it. Turn it off.”
“Okay!” Noelle reached for the phone to shut it off. But when she saw the caller ID, her eyes widened in surprise. It was Eli.
“Nick, it’s Eli,” she said, looking up at him.
Hearing Eli’s name, Nicolas froze. His eye twitched, and a sense of foreboding washed over him.
Before he could react, the call timed out and ended.
“Oh, it hung up?” Noelle held the phone, blinking at Nicolas. “Should I turn it off now?”
Before Nicolas could answer, a loud, booming voice erupted from outside the window. “Nicolas Sawyer, you jerk! Where the hell did you take me right now!”
“Open the damn door!”
“I know you’re in there! Stop hiding!”
“You son of a… open the damn door, now!”
The sound filled the air like an announcement on a loudspeaker. Nicolas’s face twitched. He had had enough of Eli’s ambush antics.
Noelle was just as stunned. Her brother had truly outdone himself this time—he had actually tracked them all the way to this place.
“rück, back” “Eli is downstairs,” she quickly turned to Nicolas, flustered.
She was a little worried. If Eli saw her and Nick like this…
He might just drop dead from anger. And she still had her mission to complete—it wouldn’t…
The mood Nicolas had worked so hard to create was completely ruined. He felt utterly drained. Taking a deep breath, he forced a smile and said,
“Elly babe, your brother should’ve been a paparazzi. His detective skills are out of this world.”
In Renaam City, Nicolas owned several properties. With so many places, Eli had managed to find him—this guy’s investigation skills were top-notch!
Noelle’s eyes narrowed, and she made a mental note to tell Eli what Nicolas had said later.
“Nick, are you… to continue?” she asked, pouting. They’d already gotten this far!
“Continue? Are you kidding me?”
Nicolas stood up, exasperated, and tossed her a dress he’d prepared earlier. “Get dressed, or your brother will have a heart attack.”
“What?” Noelle was stunned, her shoulders drooping, her lips puffed out in annoyance. “Why is this happening?”
Nicolas was equally frustrated. As Eli’s voice continued to blare from outside, he pulled off his wrinkled shirt and grabbed a fresh one. “Don’t blame me. Take it up with your brother.”
“Hmph, Eli’s such a troublemaker! Always ruining my good moments! I’m mad!”
Without bothering to put on the dress, she wrapped the towel tightly around herself and ran to the balcony, ready to give Eli a piece of her mind.
Nicolas’s heart sank as he watched her go. He had a bad feeling about this.
Noelle leaned over the balcony railing and shouted, “Eli! Can you stop ruining things for once? Nick says you missed your calling as a paparazzi!”
Nicolas nearly collapsed on the spot. He rushed over, wrapping his arms around Noelle and trying to pull her back inside. “Elly babe, do you realize what you’re saying?”
“What’s wrong?” Noelle didn’t see the problem. She clung to the railing, turning to Nicolas with a frown. “You told me to talk to Eli, so I’m talking to him!”
Nicolas felt a headache coming on. He couldn’t explain the situation to her right now, so he just coaxed, “Alright, you’ve said enough. Come on, get dressed.”
Running around in just a towel was not a good look. If Eli saw her like this, he’d probably have a meltdown.
“What are you two doing?”
But before Nicolas could pull Noelle back inside, a shocked, trembling voice rang out from below.
Nicolas froze, then turned toward the source of the voice. There, standing below, was Eli, his eyes wide, his expression a mix of shock, disbelief, and total confusion.
Nicolas glanced at Eli, then at Noelle, and instantly knew they were in deep trouble. Noelle was still wrapped in a towel, and Nicolas hadn’t bothered to put his shirt back on in his haste to follow her. It was pretty clear to anyone who saw them—this looked bad.
Eli’s face was red with rage. Nicolas could practically feel the tension building.
Even he, the cool-headed and strategic Nicolas Sawyer, didn’t know how to get out of this one. He could try to explain, but there was no way it would work.
So he did what he always did: he put on his signature smile and waved down at Eli. “Eli, how’s it going? Didn’t know you were coming by. You didn’t give us any heads-up?”
Eli’s response was a string of expletives that would make a sailor blush.
Nicolas winced. “Who would’ve guessed Eli had such a potty mouth?” he thought, shaking his head in disbelief.
Noelle stared at him in awe. “Wow, Eli’s amazing! Not a single curse word repeated,” she thought.